'Kay so I've been a bit busy writing "Hardship Relationship" with Bubaly Waddle, so if you haven't seen that, check it out! It's Cutters. :)

Anyway, I'm also thinking of doing a colection of one-shots about Marianas Trench songs, or full length fics on my favourite ones. Opinions?

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This chapter is kinda different from what I'm used to doing. Trying to try out some new stuff to improve my writing, so puh-leaze review :)

Warning: Violence.

Butters' POV

I walk into the house to see Mom sitting on the couch, reading a book. I look around, and Dad is no where in sight.

"Butters!" Mom calls out to me.

"Hiya, Mom," I say to her, wrapping my arms around her when she comes near me. It's been forever since I've seen her. I miss her, and I want to stay with her, not live with Grandma.

"Where's Dad?" I ask, after we stop our embrace and she leads me to the kitchen.

Before she responds, I watch her open the fridge. She grabs a carton of milk and brings it to the side of the kitchen counter.

I watch her every move, not caring that she hasn't answered me yet. I know this subject can wait a minute. It is important. As long as Dad isn't here, I could go forever without hearing.

She pulls her arm up, opening a covert. She takes out a dish of hot chocolate powder and two glasses. She puts water in the cups, then opens the microwave, clicking "beverage".

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*, I hear, three minutes later. After Mom takes the cups out of the microwave, she pours the hot chocolate mix and milk in, along with dropping in some mini-marshmellows. Yumm.

Once she's finished, she hands me one of the cups, taking the other for herself. She pulls out the chair across from me, sitting down, taking a sip of her drink. I do the same.

I thank her, and wait for her to talk.

Nothing.

"Where's Dad?" I ask again.

I wait for a minute. Still, she says nothing.

"Mom? Mom! I asked you a question," I start to yell in frustration.

I look directly into her eyes. She ignores me, again, taking another sip.

I'm done with this. I pick up my drink, throwing it at the wall. I watch the glass shadder as it hits the wall, letting it fly everywhere. The hot chocolate gets on the carpet, as well as splashing on the table, hitting Mom.

I don't care. For once, I honestly don't. Screw Mom. She doesn't want to talk, then I don't want to stay.

I storm out of the room, heading for the front door. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

"You shouldn't have done that," Mom says, sounding worried. I walk back to the kitchen, to see her staring out the window, looking at a car that is in the drive way. A car that I don't remember being there before.

I'm not sure why exactly I do what I do, but I run. I run up to my room, locking my door behind me. I hide under my bed, pushing boxes in front of me, crawling as far back as I can. I can't be found.

I hear Dad's voice coming from downstairs.

"BUTTERS! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!" I hear being yelled.

I don't dare make a sound. I don't breathe too hard, or cough, sneeze or make the smallest move. If he finds me, I could be dead.

I start to here what sounds like fists pounding against the door.

"Let me in!" Dad says sternly.

But I don't.

I still don't move.

I hear the pounds get louder. The yells get louder.

After a second, silence.

I don't here anything for a second, but then I start to hear what sounds like sobbing, coming from downstairs.

Mom.

I wonder what he did to her.

"Bastard," I mumble, as quiet as possible, not loud enough to be heard by a bat.

Seconds later, loud, thumping noises start back up again. I can't see the door, but it sounds like the wood is cracking.

He's getting in. Shit.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are," I hear Dad say.

I stay silent, as does. It's quiet enough that I hear his every move, his every foot step.

I hear a hand reaching under the bed. Everything in front of me is pushed out of the way. I push myself farther back. I look straight ahead, to see Dad's big, strong hands. Then, they're gone. His face soon appears, and he's glaring at me with an evil smirk on his lips.

Somehow, I'm pulled from underneath the bed. He's now risen me from the floor by pulling me by the coller of my shirt.

"Dad, stop," I beg, even though I know I can't stop him.

I'm dropped to the ground, but still can't move. He pushes me back down with his foot, keeping it atop my stomach. He pulls out a knife from his back pocket, looking into my eyes once more.

I'm pulled up again. I feel a sharp, stabing pain once he pushes the blade into my chest. I start to scream. Everything goes black.

"Shit! Butters! What's wrong!" I hear a voice say.

I feel the source of the voice get up, turning the light on. It's Kenny.

"You were screaming. Everything okay?"

Kenny comes and sits next to me, putting his hand on my forehead. I start to feel tears escaping my eyes.

"I had a dream. I went home. Dad did something horrible," I cry out.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. It was just a dream. It's over now," Kenny says, while wraping his arms around me, letting me bury my face into his chest.

"Thank-you," I say.

I know this wasn't that 'plot developing, but I wanted to put this in to show his fear. :)

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